Chen Mou, who was wearing a half-used cloak to cover his face, also wore two layers of masks on his face. Why would he be selling treasures now if he wasn't too poor to expose it?
After work these days, he occasionally visits several drug stores in Dongfang while taking advantage of the busiest times.
I have a rough idea of the price range of commonly used medicinal herbs, so I won’t be ripped off by shops.
He also specially wrapped linen cloth to widen his shoulders and change his body into a tall and strong one. He was a poor man with short ambitions and low strength. For the sake of his own safety, he was careful not to expose more of his appearance.
Shopkeeper Qi walked in and closed the door thoughtfully. He often dealt with poor people who were mysterious and thought they were safe but were actually eye-catching. He smiled and handed over his hands: "I, Qi Hongfu, the shopkeeper of Wanyao Hall, what medicinal materials do you want to sell?
Please show me your treasure."
When facing such guests, there is no need to serve tea or snacks.
The other party will not appreciate it, let alone drink tea, and worry about manipulation in the water.
Be straight to the point and don't beat around the bush. Business will be easy to do, otherwise the business will be ruined easily.
Without saying a word, Chen Mou put the green cloth package on the table, untied the cloth straps, and revealed a rough wooden box inside. He opened the lid of the box, and then opened two pieces of white cloth to reveal the dried medicinal materials wrapped inside.
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He also heard that Wanyaotang does business in an honest manner, regardless of the origin of the goods, and its reputation is guaranteed.
Shopkeeper Qi's smile became warmer and he said, "Can I check it out?"
He has noticed that the guest's hands are tightly wrapped with cloth strips, not showing any skin. He is indeed a cautious and careful guy.
Seeing the other party nodding, he took out two clean and dried medicinal herbs that were still fresh and examined them carefully. He held up the purple-leaf ginseng and said, "Purple-leaf ginseng is two hundred and thirty years old. It is in good condition and is priced at two hundred spiritual stones."
Then he pointed to another medicinal plant and said: "Two hundred years of Yuanqin is priced at one hundred and eighty spiritual stones."
Chen Mou knew that two medicinal herbs had lost half of their price. Casual cultivators were selling goods and selling treasures. They had no channels. He didn't dare to use spiritual medicinal materials that were two hundred years old to set up street stalls. It would be very troublesome to be targeted by poor and crazy guys.
, the quickest way is to sell it to a store.
All the shops in Fangshi buy materials for casual repairs at almost half the market price, or less than half price. This has become a business rule.
Unless you have the strength to negotiate with the shop, you can suffer less loss.
Chen Mou said vaguely: "Deal."
Shopkeeper Qi cupped his hands and said: "Friend Taoist, please come back and take care of business next time you have medicinal materials."
He took out a bag from his cuff, counted 380 spiritual stones, and pushed it to the guest who settled the deal with a few words. The guest was thoughtful, so he counted them in front of him, and did not even give away the bag, indicating that he would not make any mark on his hands and feet.<
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Two-hundred-year-old purple-leaf ginseng and yuanqin are widely used. They can be refined into elixirs needed by monks in the foundation-building stage and sold. The profit will be at least ten times. Is there any need to be famous?
Earning a huge price difference openly and openly is called a steady profit.
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Chen Mou wrapped the spirit stone in his sleeve with a piece of white cloth he took out, repacked the wooden box, and walked out with the blue cloth package, leaving not even a scrap of cloth behind.
Shopkeeper Qi stood up to see him off and asked in a low voice: "Do you need to take the backyard path to get out?"
Chen Mou shook his head and refused. He didn't want to go to other people's backyards at night.
Shopkeeper Qi stopped talking and opened the door. Watching the burly man striding away, he went back to use two boxes, carefully packed the medicinal materials and affixed the seal to prevent the medicine from being lost, and then took it behind the counter.
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The clerk went to look outside the door and saw that there were not many customers in the store. He walked back to the counter and whispered: "A few 'street gangsters' followed us."
"Everyone has his own way. The guests are very attentive and can handle it."
Shopkeeper Qi waved the waiter away to greet the guests. Don't approach him. The mysterious guest deliberately revealed his obvious early stage cultivation of Qi Refining Realm. Can you believe it?
Which monk at the early stage of Qi Refining Realm can dig out two-hundred-year-old spiritual medicinal materials in the wild?
It's impossible to even think about it with your buttocks. A few street bastards are destined to suffer.
Chen Mou followed the path down the mountain and dived into the dark forest. When he reappeared, he was in a cliff cave in another world.
He has already discovered that three guys are following him. Hehe, he must be dumbfounded now.
Spit out a small walnut from his mouth, take out the spiritual stone bag from his sleeve, take off his cloak, take off the two layers of masks, take off his clothes and shoes, take off the linen belts wrapped around his body one by one, and take
I picked up the clothes and scarves I had prepared and put on my new shoes. I used a broom handle to sweep all the clothes, shoes and green cloth packages into the corner of the hall outside.
No one is rich without a windfall, and he earned nearly four hundred spiritual stones from one business. While he was excited, he was thinking about how to spend money?
Buying a pair of Mai Mai bed warmers, no, the main purpose is to cook and wash the clothes for him. Doing housework every day is too cumbersome.
I bought two more bottles of Vitality Pill and drank it. It is said that my cultivation level will grow exponentially.
...Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, just the spiritual stone can't mess up the Taoist heart, but it can't be lost.
Chen Mou left behind the bag of spiritual stones lying on the floor of the secret room and returned to his residence in Danyangfang with the Cangbi Ancient Jade. Out of sight, out of mind, he would eat pickled meat and dried vegetables for a few more days. It was almost time to get his monthly salary, beauties and so on, sooner or later.
They will all be there.
It was night, and the sound of hammering could be heard from the small courtyard until midnight.
At the end of June, Master Zhong, who was not often seen in public, lost his temper. He pointed at Wan Lin who had made a mistake and scolded him furiously: "Now that you have grown up, you dare to secretly forge magic weapons behind my back? Do you think you have the ability to do this?"
You, the master of the forge, have turned a deaf ear to my words, right? This magic weapon was cracked by your quenching, what do you say now?"
Wan Lin was speechless and extremely depressed.
He is not afraid of Master Zhong's scolding, he has long been used to it.
He observed Master Zhong's quenching countless times, especially in the past month. The heat he controlled using the timing method was exactly the same as Master Zhong's quenching every time. He felt very confident, so he deliberately chose the afternoon when Master Zhong was away.
With a small hammer, Xue Biao wielded a big hammer, and Chen Mou pulled the bellows to forge a semi-finished sword embryo into a finished magical weapon.
After countless calculations, it was finally destroyed by the most critical quenching.
His confidence was completely shattered and almost cracked along with the magic weapon.
He was at a loss as to what went wrong?
A few days ago, the mortal weapon he forged, and Master Zhong praised him for his quenching skills, how could it be destroyed in a blink of an eye? He couldn't figure it out.
Chen Mou and Xue Biao huddled aside, not daring to say a word, as if they were afraid of being angered by the angry Master Zhong.
After being an apprentice for more than three months, Chen Mou has watched Master Zhong and Senior Brother Wan quenching the magic weapon many times. By comparing it with his memory, he is the spectator who has mastered the essence of observing fire. He can see that Senior Brother Wan is still not good at quenching the magic weapon this time.
Five breaths of fire, no sound reminder.
What does it have to do with him?
Senior Brother Wan secretly helped him wear small shoes. He was given the third month's salary a few days ago. He once again invited a banquet at Youranju. The relationship still did not improve, but the superficial harmony was maintained.
Why should he mention Brother Wan, who is a clique?
Seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse... I felt surprisingly happy.
Master Zhong was tired of scolding, and said with a look of resentment: "This damaged magic weapon will be converted into thirty spiritual stones. You can hand it over to Shopkeeper Hong and write off the account together with the magic weapon." p>
Wan Lin cupped his hands and said, "Yes, I'm causing trouble for you, Master Zhong."
The price of the materials can be as low as the cost or several times higher. It all depends on the mouth of the master of the forge. He has already figured out Master Zhong's temper. When you are angry, don't argue and explain. Just bow your head and admit your mistake. Anyway, you won't get rid of a piece of scolding.
Meat.
As long as he is not kicked out of the forging room, he will still have the opportunity to sum up his experience and regain the skills of the quenching level.
So far, the blacksmithing room cannot do without him, an old apprentice who has been working for more than five years.
Two new apprentices can't do anything.
Unless Master Zhong is willing to spend a lot of time in the forge and personally teach new apprentices, his position will be stable within two years.
Master Zhong waved his hand and said impatiently: "You poked a big hole in me this time. It's unjustifiable not to punish me. From today on, Chen Mou will be in charge of the forging room, and he will control the small hammer. You and Xue Biao cooperate, no conspiracy is allowed."
Fengyang violates the law and makes trouble, otherwise, don’t blame me for following the rules of the blacksmithing house.”
Wan Lin stayed in place for a while, his face was blue and red.